Jealous

When I wrote this, I was having one of those days where I felt ugly and inferior compared to everyone around me. This embodies the raw thoughts I had at the time, but I know and acknowledge with clarity (as we often do after throwing a childish tantrum) that no one is perfect.

I see you: high up on that pedestal, perfect and charming and perfect and golden. Get down here for a second, please. Let them stomp on you, and turn your dreams to ash.

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